I ran away when I was 14, nobody really loved me, I became promiscuous by 15 and here I am living by myself at 18, out of school checking off my bucket list. But when you finish it... I mean what do you? I never had a serious relationship where I believe I was in love, I never had friends that cared for me and I certainly never had a real family, right when I realize this Armani dress and Louis Vuitton red bottom pumps aren't meant for me, I find my real self am I still what people what in my thrift store shorts and crop top? I guess I'm done running away now, but when something off my bucket list finds me intriguing do I learn to enjoy or am I still wanting to explore?All Rights Reserved